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Anyhow, he had paid dollar for
dollar. He tried to think of hard
work, a constitution rebuilt, but
never again the mad rush for
wealth, holding in the end only
bitter dust and bright.
Talcott had brought half a
dozen letters from the office. He
opened them in turn. Five were
of no consequence. The last one
startled him. It announced that
an old pensioner of his, James
Gregory, living in another city,
had died, leaving him his entire
estate "apply at once to Dock
kery & Bates, attorneys."
Twenty-four hours later the
senior member of that firm es
corted the broker to a secluded
city court. In the center of a va
cant lot stood a large covered
wagon. It had windows like a
house and was divided into three
living compartments. Seated on
the grass reading from school
books were three small boys.
Near by was a young lady of
about eighteen. She was sewing
and four little girls were copying
"Mr. Gregory has left you two
horses and that wagon, with all
hands included," said the lawyer,
grimly. "In addition, here is the
deed already recorded in your
name, to a six hundred and forty
acre tract of wild land a hundred
miles from here, up near the pin
eries." "And this is my legacy?" mur
mured the perplexed Talcott.
"Exactly. Miss Gregory will
explain the details," and the
lawyer left him.
Talcott advanced toward the
young lady and introduced him
self. He fancied he had never seen
so kindly and peaceful a face. Her
simple story was soon told. Her
dead father, an eccentric, had
taken in charge, gradually, some
homeless orphans. For them and
herself he had worked, traveling
about the country in the wagon
and doing odd jobs as a tinker.
When the broker asked her as
to her plans for the future, she
only looked helplessly and pathet
ically at him.
Warren Talcott did some think
ing. Then, as if he had suddenly
and refreshingly come to -the
threshhold of an odd, new, inspir
ing life, he realized that his pen
sioner had made him his legatee,
confident that his old friend
would work out the problem
They talked for over an hour.
Bluntly Talcott told of his real
situation. He suggested a plan.
He needed rest, a change, the doc
tors had said. Here it was, ready
made to order. They would go to
"the farm," as he called it. It was
their only tangible inheritance.
He went away for a time, sold his
watch and other jewelry, handed
a roll of bills to Miss Gregory,
"There is room for me with the
boys. You must be the purse
bearer and housekeeper. The mo
tive of your father's life was to
save these poor little outcasts. It .
is a noble purpose. I Shall try to
continue his plan."
Talcott went to sleep that
night feeling the great load (if a
broken past lifted from his mind.